Evelyn Turner
Stories (20/0)
Diary of a Rubber Doll
Day 2 I do not know how long it was before I finally woke up. The last thing I actually remember was being taken into the room that looked like a hospital room. After that all I recall are voices in my head. Voices telling me horrible things. I resisted them. I thought they were a dream, until I woke up. But when I woke up the real hell began.
By Evelyn Turner3 years ago in Filthy
Diary of a Rubber Doll
Day 4 How many days have I been here now? Three? Five? I have no means of tracking time accurately now, not without light, sound or input. My body is achy and stiff from being restrained, even though the table I am strapped to seems to adjust to many positions. Warm hands massage my body to keep the blood flowing, but I want to move, to simply stretch.
By Evelyn Turner3 years ago in Filthy
Diary of a Rubber Doll
Day 3 The voices are computer synthesized, never hear a human voice again it said. Always a male voice, so far anyway…. The voice seems to be inside of my head, rather than on the air floating to me. It fills my every waking moment and at times I hate it. My head is always so groggy when I wake up and the world black. They control what I see, or don’t see. How were they able to accomplish this? It can’t be legal! I never wanted this and will somehow figure out how to get out of this situation. Until then, I must endure and see what it is they expect from me.
By Evelyn Turner3 years ago in Filthy
Diary of a Rubber Doll
Day 9 But it is? How do I know just how much time has really passed? I have no way to distinguish one day from the next.... Just moments of clarity that all seem to blend into each other. Even when I am blind I am awake much of the time. I do not rest.... I wonder if they know that???
By Evelyn Turner3 years ago in Filthy
Diary of a Rubber Doll
Day 7 Days went by of walking in what the voice called 'ballet heels'. Although I doubt I could have danced a ballet in them.... My calves screamed after each session, but I was getting better. How I could possibly live in these all the time though.... But I knew I would for I now knew there is no escape.... not that I wanted to anyways....
By Evelyn Turner3 years ago in Filthy
Diary of a Rubber Doll
Day 6 As I stared in the mirror that I had no choice but to see, what they had accomplished both disgusted and amazed me. For days now, maybe longer, who knew, they had allowed me sight. Even during sleep time my eyes were wide open... They had after all taken my eyelids...
By Evelyn Turner3 years ago in Filthy
Diary of a Rubber Doll
Day 5 If I could groan I would.... waking up strapped to the table after it felt so good to have the short freedom... When had tha been? Hours ago? Days ago? I have no way to track time anymore.... My body still ached from the powerful orgasm that rendered me unconcious. My calves throbbed from being forced to walk in the heels that were far too high for my liking.
By Evelyn Turner3 years ago in Filthy
Diary of a Rubber Doll
Day 1 This is my life now, or so they tell me. It didn’t used to be like this…. I used to be normal, beautiful and desired. Now I am a hideous rubber… thing! I hate the mirror. It shows me the most wretched image. They say I am beautiful, perfect and sexy. I just do not see it. I want to escape, get away from here and be normal again. They say that’s impossible. They say what they did to me is permanent. How can that be though? How can I be… THIS… forever???
By Evelyn Turner3 years ago in Filthy
Morning Surprise
Morning Surprise “Good morning beautiful.” He said as he embraced me and kissed the top of my head. “Good morning.” It still amazed me that he was so gentle with me now. I could smell his cologne and it turned me on a little. We have done nothing since that last horrible day in the basement when things went so terribly wrong.
By Evelyn Turner3 years ago in Filthy
Immortalis
The rain pelted the windshield as she sped away from the house that she had been captive in for over a year. The briefcase, cell phone and his wallet on the passenger seat beside her. She had driven for hours now and needed to rest. Most of all her curiosity was getting the better of her. She wanted to see that incredibly old, little black book.
By Evelyn Turner3 years ago in Horror
Observations Pt 27
Online Gaming, Crypto and more Online Gaming, Cryptocurrency and more (Part 1) This article will be relatively SHORT compared to some I have written since I am not putting reference links…. On this one I challenge you to go research for yourselves….
By Evelyn Turner3 years ago in 01